Tormented Passage

by Richard Carradine

  "You should spank me, Master."

  "Ohh! I don't think a spanking will clear the board!"

  "You should use a slipper?"

  "Better, but I think the effects would dissipate too quickly."

  "The cane master?"

  "Yes! And how many, I wonder." I realised I was colluding in his game and my own punishment but I knew that the sooner I was caned the sooner I was suckled and fucked.

  "A dozen, Master!" He considered and I continued my futile attempts to make clitoral contact.

  "No. A bit extreme, I think." I wanted to just scream, 'Get on with it!' but I knew better so continued to play out the game until we settled on seven, each one to be applied hard and to an unmarked portion of bottom. The count, the thanks and the request for another had to be made clearly and without haste.

  "Seven! Thank you, Master. Would you like to give me another?" The pain was sending shock waves through my body that felt orgasmic in its self.

  "No, seven was definitely the right number, my hot slut." He undid my tight stretched top from under my crotch. It seemed to shoot up like a roller blind so my swollen tits and hard nipples were exposed and rubbing against the wall. The belt that had frustrated me all day clunked to the floor. Like a dangling puppet I was turned and in one movement he was lifting my thighs and fucking into my wet and wanting slot. My thighs gripped him like a vice now as his hands clasped my fiery striped globes adding to my lust. His mouth clamped over my man-sized teats and suckled.

  I felt the passage of my nectar and all was pleasure. I was in a deep thick orgasmic fog and by the time he had stripped one of my breasts he had come twice. I obviously hadn't been the only one frustrated or, I suspect, having the benefit of nano- technology in their veins.

  "Urgh! Urgh! Urgh! Urgh! Urgh!" I stopped grunting when he forced my locked thighs apart so he could lift and re-position me to enable him to fill my ass. But it was only so I could draw sufficient breath to scream and moan as my other tit was sucked, whilst I was filled and fucked there. "Yeeees! Yeees! Yeeeees!"

  We dined later in our room and I sat naked on a dildo stool by his side so he could fondle my tits at his leisure. My hands were cuffed behind my back so he had to feed me. My feet were locked behind the stool. I could rock and squirm, which I was doing most of the time, but I couldn't lift off the big beauty. My body seemed to be learning at a rate that left me wet and ever ready in its wake. He cross-examined me about the course work as he fed me and every mouthful of food had to be earned by a correct or corrected answer. My pudding was his cock, he pulled me forward so that I could do nothing save take his renewed penis deep into my mouth and throat. He controlled the slow and deliberate throat fuck. I took care to breathe deeply and carefully when I was able, the breathlessness aroused me and my tongue seemed to work with its own volition as I licked at and worked his length, tasting and savouring him. I was constantly aware of my breasts dangling against the material of his trousers and the way the big shaft had shifted in me when he tilted the stool forward, though I kept gripping and working it. His ejection tasted delicious too so that when at last I felt his cock jerk in my throat and he eased me off so my mouth was filled too I was ecstatic. The dildo shaft shifted inside me again as the stool went back on all four legs and I could not control the spasms of pleasure as I tightened around it. With a low, low, moan I came as I savoured and swallowed.

  Eventually we went to bed and I was leashed to the headboard. I went to sleep quickly but in the grey light of the morning I used what slack there was to take his morning erection in my mouth. Again I confirmed my power over him by making him spend in my mouth then fed him from my tits to ease his thirst before we dropped off to sleep again. The alarm woke us and he lifted my legs high over my head and took me deep in the bottom. Any dislike of anal sex that had lingered from before my training was disappearing fast. He drained my tits then smacked my butt and sent me to shower whilst he booked breakfast.

  I was corseted just as severely and my outfit was the same as the day before except that this time my translucent top was white and my large dark nipples showed more than ever. I didn't blush as much when I jiggled across the foyer to get a cab to take me to the Academy so that I could continue my training. My chastity belt was as firmly strapped as it should be, this time, though, instead of just concentrating my thoughts on my frustration, I imagined the arousal of those around me and the knowledge that any efforts on their part would be futile and wasted. How powerful is the sub!

  CHAPTER 8

  Captain Avon worked long hours to prepare 'Sweet Thing!' for the voyage and so that I could fulfil all my functions onboard 'Sweet Thing!' I too spent long hours at the Academy or doing homework. There were other girls at the academy who were also shipping out but not BDSM sluts like myself and Geisha. My straight classmates got used, to some degree, to seeing us in sexy or outright erotic outfits. However, the need for concentration and focus on our courses meant that for a lot of the time we had to ignore each other totally. Geisha and I were obviously still the centre of much talk and fantasy though. It was about a third of the way through my course when I really had to come out of the closet as it were and actually display what I was and what I had become.

  My personalised suit was ready and though I had practised on the college ones, this was to be mine for the long voyage. So it was my turn to display it and my new found skills.

  "Now as I think you've all absorbed as much of the theory behind the stasis units as you can, today we'll do a bit of revision on space suits. And as Ginny's customised suit has arrived, Ginny can be our guinea pig. Ginny, strip off to you corset and stockings and let's see how quickly you can suit up." Sergeant Khan looked expectantly at me and I found myself blushing. I had known this was likely to happen, all the students had suited up naked in front of the others and I'd known my turn was inevitable. "I hope the good Captain doesn't have to use your suit in an emergency, Ginny. Yours may not be the most unusual suit I've seen, we had a girl supercargo on the last course who had a working tail. That made suiting up process interesting! Yours, though, has six inch heels built in and he would have to make sure this adaptor was removed before fitting this on himself!" I blushed brighter still as he held up the pink rubbery material that was the crotch piece with its self-seeking butt plug and urethra tube. On mine was a more than generous dildo addition. The picture of my master wearing my suit with its heels and both plug and dildo finding the same home made the men wince and all of us laugh.

  He addressed the other straight students. "You guys have the standard Navy issue suits that are graded for build and size. Long voyageurs like Captain Avon and Ginny here are allowed a lot more leeway on suit design and what can be accommodated under it. For instance, Ginny will normally be corseted for a lot of the time, possibly with stockings too." He sounded so blasé about what I still thought of as something private and personal. "So, as you can't get out of a corset quickly this suit has been designed to accommodate that fact." He waved the limp red suit with its cream coloured V shaped front panel as though it were a de-boned body. "All suits, however, can be worn over clothes in an emergency, it just makes them uncomfortable but that is as you all know, why Navy skivvies are designed so that the crotches fall open at one pull." I hadn't known that. But it did make the reason for ribald songs sung about Navy men and women understandable!

  I had scrambled out of the high waisted red rubber skirt that was part of my outfit of the day and shed the black see-through blouse, trying not to blush. It had been weeks now but I still did it at moments of stress. Geisha, as I expected from past experience, looked at me with interest and a little lust. Most of the male straights and not a few of the women's eyes were lustful in the extreme.

  "Of course I advised Captain Avon what we would be doing today so he kindly gave me this." He held up the key to my chastity belt. There was no option but to allow my belt to be removed and offer up that rubbery monster to my crotch.

  "Eeek!" The sensation of having my
urethra invaded was made worse by having to accommodate the pussy stretching dildo and the butt plug as well. I found it harder than ever to look at my fellow students so I concentrated in getting into the suit, pushing my feet down into the baggy legs and into the shoes, hands through the sleeves and into the gloves, body and breasts comfortably oriented. Zap! Zap! Zap! Suddenly my suit was skin-tight and the mechanism that stretched the neck to allow me to climb though it, shrunk to a size to match the grooves in the helmet. The helmet was placed over my head by another's hands and I was sealed in my suit. Training took over and automatically I checked my air supply and the nozzles buried between my taut clad cheeks. Air was on and nozzles clear and unblocked so that they would mate with the standard female connectors located around the various vacuum and low atmospheric areas of the ship. I might be trapped in my suit for hours, even days and there had to be a way to get rid of bodily waste. For the first time.

  I noticed that my suit appeared to have huge red plastic nipples. Thankfully the plastic teats were mounted on the red suit fabric and not the central cream section. My face must have glowed like the filament of a beacon through the helmet. I flipped the switch that would allow me to hear what was going on around me.

  "-----is lactating. She has to have some way to relieve the pressure.

  I understand from the good Captain that only another's DNA would normally release her milk but in a suited condition this is not practical so in this instance her suit nipples have been DNA coded so she can be mechanically suckled." Sergeant Khan could see from my red face that I could hear him. "Or, in certain conditions, physically suckled." He leaned forward, captured a stiff plastic teat and began to suck. I felt my nectar flow and I couldn't hold from pussy clenching the devices filling me and working my stomach muscles. The tight security of suit and corset combined with humiliation and embarrassment triggered an orgasm. Shiiit! How I came!

  Khan kept me in my suit for the rest of the day and at some time or other I was suckled by all of them, even by the men 1 thought might be gay, men or women I thought purely heterosexual. They all appeared to appreciate my milk. So finally, totally outed and having no more real secrets, thereafter for the rest of the course, whenever my milk built to the point that my breasts began to ache, someone was always more than ready to ease my pain. That in its way was good but the Captain never again allowed Khan to have the key to my belt. So it became normal that by the time I got back to the hotel I was randy enough to be fucked by anything with a penis from horse to hamster. The next time I wore the suit, though, it was to be for real.

  Bosun flew me to Beta Base, one of the equatorial locations where an elevator linked Earth and a giant space station that was in geo­stationary orbit above it. Again she broke the safety rules and let the flitter operate on auto-pilot. She used me and I her. Both of us came again and again and we arrived damp and exhausted. I, though, had been on the outside of my body, watching pleasure and being pleasured. At the height of screaming orgasm, the simple worn gold wedding band I gripped in my hand ensured that a disembodied me was elsewhere, thinking and feeling.

  I had done what I'd done because I saw no other way to achieve complete fulfilment as a woman. (Now too I had begun to realise that my own masochism had also been at least part of what had driven me.) Mum and Dad, even as tears filled their eyes as I left, had encouraged me in what I was doing. They didn't like the fact I would sell myself to another human being for a night, let alone five years' subjective or two hundred years' relative time. With sorrow they accepted that life was a hard choice experience. Joy and love filled me and though Bosun wasn't its focus, it allowed my sexually and physically enhanced body to give her its all.

  "You recognise the ring?" She held it on the tip of her finger.

  "Yes! Yes!" I felt giddy with relief. "How are they? What did they say?" Bosun smiled to be the bearer of good news, she was making use of me but she wasn't a bad person. I suspect my nano-bot enhanced body was giving out with the pheromones. She was breaking the law but felt good about it and showed it, now realising her honest pleasure in that simple fact ensured I would do my best to pay my debt to the full.

  "They said that they had got together enough money to go into stasis." She saw my gob-smacked look. "They said, don't build your life on just coming back to them but they'll be there if you do return or to know that you have achieved your aims. They said too that if you don't come back by the time they come out, the money invested will have gathered enough interest to allow them to emigrate, maybe visit their heirs. They might even be able have more children, they're young enough." The bosun added a thought of her own. "I told them, who knows they might have broken the light barrier by then and to make sure they left instructions to be taken out if they did." She leaned forward and kissed me twice on my cheek, placing my mother's wedding ring in my hand as she did so. "They sent that, too. Sorry I couldn't spend more time with them but you never know who might have seen me." I felt I had a thousand questions to ask but I knew she knew no more.

  "I think we ought to get my suit stashed away, Bosun, and get on our way. I'm not the only one who's going to have a journey of a life time." I let my hand caress her breast through her skivvies and I saw her colour and little beads of moisture start out on her forehead and upper lip.

  It was another journey where I would have a limited sight of the scenery but I didn't regret it. As I thought of Mum and Dad, I bucked my hips in response to her tongue going deeper still into my pussy and felt the juices she desired and lapped so vigorously, renew themselves.

  The Captain met me at Beta Base, 'Sweet Thing!' was now space side above it. "This may be the last time you see Earth. Rather than go topside with 'Sweet Thing!' I thought you should go up by elevator." This tough, often silent man who used and abused me, also never failed to surprise me. OK, so we had been told we were compatible but that didn't mean we knew each other or how we would interact. It scared me sometimes, the thought that it might be in my nature to want to be hurt and maimed. He never mentioned why he hadn’t left me to make the journey on my own while he went up with Her. I felt secretly pleased that he had put me, at least for a time, before his beloved ship.

  "Did they explain about the elevator when you were at school, Slut?" His breath was hinting at the cold to come that would eventually force us to helmet up to keep warm

  "The basics," I said and thought back to the teaching Tri-D. Alpha, the first elevator and its base, had been built over two hundred years ago so it was old-hat and boring to most youngsters, though the idea of actually riding it was anything but boring.

  In fact the elevator isn't one elevator going up and down the cable any more than the cable is a cable. At any one time there are three elevators dropping whist three are rising, the idea being that the forces are always in balance so the effort of keeping the whole thing moving is relatively easy. The elevators themselves are only frames into which pre packed freight and personnel carriers can be slid. The loop never actually stops; the carrier is shot up a huge ski ramp until its speed matches that of the belt. A new, freshly loaded 'up' carrier is injected and the 'down' carrier with its load is ejected and brought to a halt down a similar ramp. It's a curious sensation, rather like a flitter accelerating to about a hundred and fifty to two hundred clicks then going round a sharp corner. Disconcerting, but no worse than any ride at an amusement park. My master and I weren't in the main carrier unit that had all its space pre-allocated long ago. We were loaded via an auxiliary loader into the elevator frame's maintenance cabin. This was where the maintenance crew went when service and inspection had to be carried out. It had few frills. It had air sufficient for one circuit in and out of the atmosphere but the small size and the rapid temperature changes tended to make it leak; not dangerously but sufficient to make wearing of suits, if not the helmets, a mandatory safety procedure. As I unstrapped myself we were already half a mile in the air and the huge savannah north of the mountain to which the elevator was anchored came into view. The sl
ugs, not the invertebrates but slang for emigrants, to be loaded into their capsules on arrival at Beta Base topside, would see what we saw but not with such a gloriously uninterrupted vista. They had to be coddled in a heated full atmosphere environment, so it was turns at the view window for them.

  "Do you realise the link between the cable and the stasis pods you've been trained to maintain?" I hated to admit my ignorance but gave a shame faced shake of my head."

  "The cable is a collection of long chain carbon molecules, wound in an intertwined helix, incredibly light and incredibly strong. If it were heavier the whole structure would collapse under its own weight. If weaker, it wouldn't work. As strong as it is, with the forces it has to carry, it would break. However any material will resist stretching for a time, naturally the stronger for longer than the weaker. The secret of the cable is that it resists long enough for a stasis field to reset it. The field blinks on and off so the cable is able to move and lift, like an old photographic film: we see smooth movement but it is stopping and starting thousands of times a second. The cable is actually fluttering in time, always occupying that instant of time before it has actually begun to fail."

  It made sense, of a sort. The theory behind the stasis field was established back in the early twenty-first century. Experiments in quantum physics showed that certain sub atomic particles seemed to arrive before they departed. (Yeah, I find this believable, too!) It became clear that a sort of time travel was theoretically possible. If you can alter time then the other factors of relativity can also be altered like gravity, the speed of light, etcetera. We have learnt how to do this in relatively small ways. Local gravity control, stasis cabinets inside which time appears to stop, and not least the cable that flutters backwards and forwards in time so that it remains for ever on the right side of failure.